5AM is an hour that generally reeks of motivation - tied laces hitting pavement before sunrise, cooking eggs and guzzling through protein shakes. Mothers are sneeking in their most coveted moments of quiet before welcome chaos. But I am not a mother . I am not a runner. I am whatever the opposite of a midlife crisis is - that sense that I’ve been her…
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